"Fairy tales, twisted to make Pan the hero," Hook scowled, shaking his head.
"Pardon me, my lady," he smiled, holding out a hand to kiss the back of hers when she touched his in return.
Then his scowl returned. "Pan is no boy, he's was old man in a boys body and if you think Neverland is a beautiful happy place, you're wrong. Trust me mate, I lived there a very long time, and Pan and his boys aren't just children. They're his army." He took a long swig from his mug before using it to point at Dean. "And please don't tell me you believe I tried to get a ruddy clock from a gator and lost my hand?" he scoffed, leaning back and shaking his head. "No, Pan is a liar and in truth uses a flute that calls to the hearts of lonely boys, and thus he steals them away, never to return."
His hook is scratching something into the table and it takes a moment to realize he's starting to carve Baelfire into the wood. He quickly scratches out the name.
"Don't believe the hype, as they say," he said, scowling into his beer before chugging it down and reaching for the pitcher and yelling, "We're going to need another, love!"